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Listening:

Reading:

Crushes and lust."When we thirst, all we are saying is that, like every living thing, we need water."

I really enjoy The Cut's weekly horoscopes. They are short and sweet, but well-written and often inspire a sense of wonder and self-reflection. This week, I couldn't stop rereading a couple of lines from my own: This change on the horizon isn’t about outgrowing your own skin, and it isn’t about becoming somebody new. You’re already holding the magic you need, and all you need to do is learn how to keep holding it.

Watching:

Currently most excited about: "Insecure" (the soundtrack has been calling to me and the realness has been moving me), "Project Runway" (Tim Gunn is one of my heroes), "I'm Dying Up Here" (I'm entranced by the 60s/70s and comedy), and "Game of Thrones" (I can't believe it's already over again).

Recently saw and loved: "The Little Hours."

"The movie is not camp. It’s deliciously deadpan sex farce played by some of the deftest clowns in the English-speaking world. The more matter-of-fact it is, the more screamingly funny." —Vulture

"This offbeat comedy, based somewhat on the experiences of real-life couple Gelman and director Janicza Bravo, is as deadpan, absurd, and surreal as a movie can get." —Jeffrey M. Anderson

"'Lemon' follows cowriter/star Brett Gelman's loser-creep around L.A. in a "comedy" that lives up to its name." (image via Magnolia Pictures/Rolling Stone

Treasuring:

I really love those moments when a ton of people all come together for something at the same moment; I appreciate the sort of leveling of everyone—it's like a collective being. (Is my hippie showing?) That is, the solar eclipse on the 21st. I love that so many people were all outside at these particular moments wearing silly glasses, sharing silly glasses or staring into cardboard boxes and celebrating the sky.

"Cloud coverage starts to clear as the eclipse approaches totality." (image via Andrea Morales for The New York Times)

Saturday afternoon I saw a man pushing his kid in a stroller. They crossed the street and the dad stopped in front of a crepe myrtle tree to pick a long flowering branch. He handed it to the tiny child and they continued on their way. I felt a sense of reassurance (humanity!) and happiness (heart melt!).